Curtain Call (outro) Lyrics

That's a wrap. Gave you boys another classic off the rack

Tie a bow around my presence on the track

I done gave you everything and I ain't ever want it back

I just wanted yall to feel me, I ain't ever need a plaque.

I just need a minute, need a feeling that these niggas never had

Never that. Mighta made a song but you ain't ever rap

Mighta caught a couple trains you ain't ever ran a track

You ain't ever throw ya city in the air around the map.

I go to sleep at night with all this fire and It's sad

That I left it up to niggas who can't even light a match.

Rip to the pen, to beats, the pad. To the nights in my notes, to them weeks in the lab.

Take me back.

No I wouldn't trade the life I never had in the past for the one that I have

Never changed how I move, but I did change lanes

Had to change the mistakes I would make on the path

When I write its to tame up the flames of the past no it's not for the fame or the hags

Made a name from the rags

Vizzy Baby still face, till my face in the grass

Still race till my laces are bad

Still chasing a bag till my safes at its max.

Still hate that these fakes get a laugh, I atleast know I'm taking it last

I atleast know that I can still tape up a bag just in case let them cakes take a bath

Last call. This the final act and then its curtains

Everybody always ask what's it's worth don't nobody ask is it worth it

If anybody asks I deserve it

Even when they said its bad it was perfect

Even when I had the bag and a nigga had to brag in his verses

When the ratings were exagged it was working

When the ratings were exagged it was working

And this the final call and then its curtains